Jean Paul clenched his teeth. Part of him was glad that Storm was here, and another was wishing she hadn't shown up. So the whelp was a speedster. So was he. Northstar wouldn't have minded the chance to see how well the kid could take some physical violence. Still, he was hardly going to do anythign with Storm here.
"Never mind, Ororo." He had his beer and cooler in hand in a flash and lifted up, hovering slightly over the roof. "Trying to explain civilization to him is obviously a waste of time. I will find somewhere else for my privacy."